As for inner compulsions,

Mere pants haath mat do,Kisi ke pants mein haath dena buri baat,Yado short ho to rupayei maang lo,Wah mein jaanataa hun.Big Brother, do not check my pants pockets,It tickles me,Do not poke into my pockets,It is bad to poke hands into someone’s pockets,If short of money then ask you some rupeesThat I know.

A forest conservator,Why do you,Do you giveSo much publicityTo her?

Do you remember herOr not,The days grown with,Lived together, passed togetherUnder the shade of the parental care and bonding?Whatever do you, you do that,But forget not her,Do remember her sometimes,After all, she is your sisterAnd the bonding of love and sympathy,You cannot cut down.It is love calling you, calling you,The bond of affection and intimate…

Meri bitia,Cchoti-shi, nanhi-shiMeri bitia.Agar tumhe kucch dukha hota haiTo mujhe kahana,Mujhe kahanaMeri beti,Nanhi-shi,Pyari-shi!My daughter,Never be you sad,My daughter,Smallest, leanestMy daughterIf feel you sorrow say you at leastTo me,Say to meMy daughter,Leanest,Loveliest!

Psychological impactAnd traumaThat you gotWhen your father ended himselfWith your mother,How lonely had you been,I feel it,Feel it,Aiken,Your rearing byYour great aunt,HearingSilent Torrents of love,Sonata in Pathos in a singsong tone,Innocence with the turmoil within,Exile with the ghosts of leaf,Haunted Chambers with the music of brooding,Melody In A Restaurant with the cigarSmoking and swirling.

A self-published poet,Appearing in journals and briefed aboutIn dailies tooWas a Subordinate JudgeAttempting to write in laboriously,Trying to put efforts into the realms of poesy.A poet like a rhymer in verse, a poetasterLabouring to express in,Putting in some mental effortOr trying to improvise laboriouslyWas he the man and the poet,But no less than inIn the…